ETERNITY

 

A voice came to me,
from within it seemed.
It told to me a story of eternity.
A great brass sphere, the size of the earth,
hangs in a vast and ebony void.
The beginning of every century, a dove
- white as snow -
flies close,  gently brushing the sphere with
his soft, swift wing tip.
When the great brass sphere is worn
to a marble
You will know - eternity has  begun
to sparkle.
The voice faded; the silent whisper stilled.
I did wake and it was a dream
Yet, now I know of
eternity.

by Penny Lofland